the miserable life of a miserable teenager -
knife in my back
Can’t take it out now, my back’s starting to like it.
I want to punch someone,
Yet I don’t know who to start with.
In the end, it is me, isn't it?
I should be punching myself, right?
Where’d that come from?
The need to put myself down for anything and everything?
I didn’t pull it out of my ass.
“You’re just too much.”
Well shit, how do you think I feel?
I love it, it’s so fun and enough for me.
The anxiety, depression, ADHD, it all makes me so happy.
And the fact I might've been okay if it wasn’t for you, I could kill you.
Life for a life. Eye for an Eye.
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